Accord Hospice 100-story challenge: DAY 94

I really would like to thank those who sponsored me--and if you haven't taking the time to sponsor me, there's still a chance for you to help me reach my goal by 29th October. Accord Hospice's budget for the coming year, is well over 2 million pounds. They give hope and caring to those in the final stage of life, which is the greatest gifts one can give, I think. Won't you consider helping? Whether it's one pound ($2 dollars) or 20 ($40), You can make a difference, you can help ease someone's suffering.

All stories on this blog are written in honour of the patients of Accord, and in memory of Mrs. Helen MacDonald, for all of the wonderful work she did to help make Accord Hospice a reality.

DAY 94

STORY #94

Farewell, But Not Goodbye

He knew he had to go, or die on the gallows. Still, Ian didn’t want to leave, for he loved his country with an unfathomable passion. But, the King’s soldiers were hot upon his trail, and to stay would surely bring about more ruin and death upon those he cared for.

He stood, looking out to sea, waiting for the ship to arrive. His parents were there, his mother quietly weeping. Ian’s heart felt like ice. But still, the passion of the patriot burned like fire in his soul. He would return, one day, and make this land free again.

100 Short Stories! Blogging for Accord Hospice--DAY 93

Thanks all, for your continued support of this little blog. You've been more than generous, both in giving and in your kind words of encouragement. Both are very much appreciated, believe me. I feel Accord Hospice is a great cause to support--it may be a half a world away from me, in a place I shall never see, but the heart and the spirit that goes into this place--well, even tho' I've never seen it, I can feel it, just by reading the webpage. I've been around hospitals, and dialysis centres, and the like--enough to know compassionate care when I "see" it.

Accord Hospice's website is at:
www.accord.org.uk

DAY 93

STORY 93

Love in Miniature

Lady Torrington sighed and looked out the window at the rain. She so missed her late husband, Sir Edward, that she’d had a miniature of him made up by the toymaker in the village. Now she was meticulously painting the figure to resemble Sir Edward’s wardrobe. Suddenly, she heard his voice.

Looking down, her Ladyship noticed that the figure had come to life! “Hullo, dear.” It said, “I’m back. Sorry you’ve missed me.” Her Ladyship didn’t faint, but wept for joy, calling her sisters into the conservatory, to view the miracle…but when they’d arrived, he’d turned into a toy again.